Text to Cait: It went GREAT! The job was a sucess, bagged the sucker! Home looked fantastic, all of my Grandmother's flowers were in bloom and we have a couple more pups in the family! I can't wait to show you the picture of them and the woods behind Grandmother's house! Everything looks so pretty!

Blinked. Army of children? Was frightened. "Well, it could work. Diamond, Jewel, Pearl, and so on." Honestly, it sounded like a lot of little girls with daddy issues but would keep that to herself. This woman seemed too nice for honesty.

Green hues blinked hard with surprise at the redhead who seemed to be concerned with his demeanor. At first all he could manage were stutters. Was everybody here so extroverted? "Uh, hi. No, I'm not very cranky." As he spoke, his thick Cajun accent was blatant in his words. "Do I look cranky? It might be my RBF acting up. Name's Beau, by the way."

Text Caitlyn: Thank you for the invite, I'm in town, done with this past job and dinner sounds great. As far as help goes, probably but I have no idea where he is....nor if he's even alive or with nother....groan. Is it too much to ask to be happy?

Text to: Silly Orange Juice Loving Lady
From: Cold as ****e female pretending to be married.......
He's not coming back, it's been six months and he's not coming back is he? WTF I do to him to deserve? Is no .....this is not good! What should do'en .......what should I do now?

Jace appears in the vicinity of wherever Caitlyn is. He is dressed head to toe in a sharp black suit. His face is set into hard lines. Blue eyes are cold as ice. The jovial air about him is notably missing. This is not typical Jace.

The man is angry, but composed.

“Caitlyn.” He clasps his hands behind his back. “I hope you’re well. I’d stay and chat but need to get back to my wife. Onto business… I know how important family is to you, so I thought you would like to know your nephew was hunted yesterday.” The German accent leaks out, a telltale sign of his upset. Atom isn’t his son, he’s Sarah’s, but he cares for Atom, and he’s failed them both.

“Two other members were hunted. Requiem is no more.” He reaches into his jacket breast pocket and produces a cell phone, which he hands to Caitlyn. It contains information straight from his account on who did it, and confirmation of Atom’s, and Requiem’s, fall.

"What the f*ck is wrong with you? Jesus H, is this what I have to deal with now? F*cking idiot mortals on this god forsaken hell pit of a globe?" He's pretty much talking to himself now. "I GET IT..." and now he's talking to the sky. "YOU WIN! I'M SORRY I CALLED YOU AN AR$EHOLE!" for emphasis, Nate shakes the bundle of shirt in his hand at the clouds before shoving it back on. "LET ME COME HOME!"

Nate reaches to remove the cigarette from between his teeth. It's hand-rolled, yellowing and somewhat ominously scented. He flicks it to the side before making a show of peeling off his shirt, his hair left in complete shambles as he reaches out, smirks and drops it at the strangers feet.

"Your friend?" Elis wiggles enough to unbury his face from her hair, spitting out a few stray strands as they attach themselves to his tongue.

"I don't know how good a friend I can be..." he admits as their tight proximity brings the 'thump thump thump' of her jugular ever closer to his newly 'off the wagon' lips. Still, he loosens himself enough to wrap his arms about her waist and shrugs.

Practising his sleight of hand, Elis slips his wallet from the inside of his jacket into the front of his jeans, deep into his underwear. Convinced to its security within his, ahem, nether regions, he holds out his arms and wiggles his fingers.

She's almost gone deaf, honestly, when she picks up the phone and brings it to her ear. Camille is always excited to hear from Cait, so of course she'd worn a grin from ear to ear. But now, with the high pitched shrieking, Cami senses that something is, well... off. Obviously..

"Cait? CAAAAAAAAAIT!" She has to scream in order to garner her friends attention. "What the fvck are you on about!?"

Text: Caitlyn
Hey! Long time no see, its Lucius. The guy you went to pizza with the kids a couple of months back. I hear you moved into London and started a sanctuary. That is great to hear, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood. London is a great city.

Jace skips toward his wifey, whistling off tune and without a care in the world. He likes to be spontaneous 99.9% of the time because it throws most people off. He also like pouncing his blonde sociopath of a mate equally.

She's wearing a hat today. Unusual but not unheard of.

Grinning to himself, Jace wraps one arm around her waist and one around her shoulders, dipping her back, movie style. "Hello wifey," he waggles his brows and gives her a good ol' smooch.

Then freezes.

He pulls back and looks at her. Wisps of red hair peek out from under the hat. "NOT WIFEY."

In a panic, he nearly drops Cait, but recovers with admirable grace, and brings her back upright. He smooths the fabric of her clothing over her shoulders. "Say... let's keep this between us. I'd like to keep my biscuits. It's been a while... have breakfast with me? Extra big glass of OJ, my treat."

-tiptoes up behind-
-spooks-
CAITLYNFRANCISDARROW!
-beams-
I probably hired Lloyd to be our paper pusher. He's now officially on the payroll, which means you can boss him around and he can't sass you.
Happy un-birthday!

Lucius waited for her response for that long @ss minute of her staring blankly. There was something very off about that woman but nothing that really disturbed him like others would. "Ahhh...." He nodded when she finally spoke and gave her answer. It made more sense now what she meant. "That is fine with me. We can bring them food too."

Lucius saw a small brunette he recognized from a couple of months back just walking normally about her day. He decided to approuch her behind her and just like that... Lucius Dalca just stole $110.00 from you!

Quickly he turned around before she noticed but it was too late. ****! There goes Olive Garden tonight. "So..... Dinners on you?"

-Comes hopping by in a bunny suit with an orange tabby cat sidekick in his basket--hands his Auntie a basket full of oranges, chocolates, orange juice and stuffed rabbit-"Happy Easter!-Hops away to his next victim-

The air chilled her skin as she made her way to the doorstep of someone she once knew. Digging into her pocket she pulled out an envelope with nothing on it but a note containing inside "I am back....". She shoved it into the door frame and door before turning around and disappearing back from where she came.

*blinks at phone*
Nephew???
To: Cait
From: Jack
Rigsby?? When the hell....Please tell me this is a joke. Or it's a dog. That doesn't sound like a baby name. That sounds like a dog name. You worry me, Cait.

*lets her stew for awhile*
*Only slightly annoyed*
*but it's cool. He's cool. Defo not mad*
To: Cait
From: Jack
Gee. What a weird question, Cait. Every last drop of alcohol in my place was replaced with club soda. Don't worry! But, I will have to get you back some day :D

Mackenzie the jerk. She doesn't try to be. It just happens. She's been a bit out of her element, and frustrated. That comes across as mean, rude, and/or evil.

Honestly, she's just cranky. Very, very cranky. And moody. And, well. It's not been a good couple of weeks for the Irish femme.

But, with Caitlyn walking away, the best she can do at this point is catch the woman's eye and give her a knowing nod when the look is cast back in her direction. She gets it, all too well. And, just like Caitlyn, she too would protect what is hers. Kenz may be moody, but she is also loyal to a fault. "Ditto."

She must be insane. That's it. Cait absolutely has to have lost her goddamn mind.

Mackenzie stares at the woman, head tilting as icy blue eyes casually flicker up and down the woman's form, and back again. Yes. Lost her mind. But she has to play nice. That was part of the deal, right?

Ugh. No. Cannot. Can't.

"If by orange juice and hugs, you mean blood and-" bad Mackenzie!

Slowly, she leans in, giving the woman one of those awkward, uncomfortable, one armed hugs. "Thanks..."

*picks up a tic tac and pops it in her mouth**blinks a few times**cants head and ponders* Maybe yes? Except without the hippos, the marbles or the fun.*offers her a chair to sit in* I will choose the Batman with the horns and pink unicorn, please. *squints* Why is he riding a unicorn...through the house.

*eyes widen at the word 'Batman'**grabs a cone to 'help' Caitlyn**noms the frozen dessert* Are they the plasters with his face or just the bat signal?*looks around at the quite humble apartment she's residing in* Um, see, funny story...my house was lit on fire and I had to move here.*shifty eyes* After the Hunger Games in Slovakia...

-gasp-
What?! Those are horrible names!
-pouts-
If I have fifteen more children, their names are gonna be Grenade, and Bullet, and Cannon, and Missile...
-taps chin-
Great names. I should definitely be a mom.

He can't quite help the way his head tilts to the side. In an apparent display of anger and frustration, it would appear that Caitlyn was absolutely fuming from her ocular orifices. Jameson found it kind of confusing.. And also extremely interesting. He wondered, inwardly, how exactly that worked...

"Your ridiculous oranges." The man begins, brows both raised curiously over his invasive stare. "While I may have assumed that you'd be able to play along without tattling to miss pointy finger... You could have just asked if you wanted them back that badly."

A decisive frown pulls down at the corners of his mouth, twisting his face into an expression that was wild with bemusement.

"And then she starts spouting off about oranges, vitamin c and pregnancy. I thought to myself... Caitlyn? There's no way. I haven't heard a peep."

Now the frown seems to flip upside down. "Something you'd like to confirm or deny, maybe? Say, in exchange for the entire crop of your oranges?"

Jameson face contorts. Ever the grumpy Gus. The woman begins to flail around like one of those big, nylon monsters outside of a car dealership. Caitlyn screeches, and makes a big deal out of nothing. Women! (He'd have it printed on his gravestone).

"Caitlyn!" He snaps, hoping to draw her attention back to reality. Did he mean fat? No. But he's pretty convinced that everyone is conspiring sabotage against him.

"..What.." Jameson shakes his head, hands dropping from his hips as he takes a step forward. He's looking around, eyes darting as they often do when he's trying to be sure there were no unwelcomed parties privvy to their conversation. "Your friend Khloe paid me a visit."

The Doctor simply cannot help the eye roll that graced her name.

"But she said.. Well I didn't know... ANYWAY." Clearly unable to do words he instead points to her belly and eludes to the news that the girl had dropped on him.

Jameson's hands fall to his hips while a testy foot taps impatiently against the cold floor. Yes, the man appears to be channeling his inner southern housewife.. Its a thing that happens when your entire existence has been encompassed by women.
"You've got some 'splaining to do."

Hmmm Fia didn't really smell the feet. -or- she was too used to the smell of dirt for it to bother her. How bad could it be, really? Still she didn't want to lose a chance to bond with her new crew-mate.

Love to have your company! I'm not the best cook indoors, I'm a little better around a campfire. You *do* have fire extinguishers, yes?

Thank you for the sagely advice, I shall keep that in mind for future... interactions!

The juices doesnt actually "go" with the buttery popcorn still permeating her sharp senses but she gratefully washes it down anyways. She leans forward a bit curiously after looking around... "How will I know which one is..... Jameson?"

It was actually Lamesons idea to start the war. He said to me:
'Jameson, if you take all the oranges, you'll be the ruler of the kingdom.'+plus+, how can you master a fish taco without a spritz of citrus?!

There she is. Unsuspecting. Jameson has her in his sights, and he's hidden safely behind the confines of some unnamed inanimate object. What a sight he is, this fool. Let's paint a picture:

Camouflage. Lots of it, wrapped around him in various forms of fabric. It covers his pants and his long sleeved henley, and the matching bandana tied around an unfastidious excuse for a head of hair.

And yes. There's paint. Streaks of mud colored warpaint dragged across his mug by dirty fingers.

He means to start a war.

Jameson is strapped, literally, with two criss-crossed holsters which are secured across his torso, and his artillery is heavy.

Super soakers. The likes of which are of a phenomenal caliber.

"Well, well, well," He spits, dramatically. Increasingly over the top as he drones on, "Finally we meet." What the hell is he on about?

At his sides, his weapons are drawn, meaty fingers on each respective trigger and ready to fire at any given moment.

"T'was I who took your precious oranges, and it is I who shall reign supreme over the citric kingdom!!"

Damn, he's lost it.

Just then, Jameson fires, taking aim at one of Solitudes most feared generals. From his guns, a never ending stream of brightly colored orange juice pours, spraying in all directions. The man sways back and fourth, like a scene straight out of Scarface. He yells, an outpour of warcries billowing from his lungs while he 'shoots' up the place.

His first. First successful steal. The first time he had reached inside the pocket of an unsuspecting victim and hadn't been greeted with a mouse trap, or an angry lass with a pocket knife. Oh, and how sweet this victory felt.You were successful in stealing $959.00 from Caitlyn Noire.
Yes.. Almost a thousand dollars. He would be feasting on tacos for months to come.

"Ho-ly sh_t.Holy sh_t!
That's the most pizza I've ever seen in my life.."

Jameson is on that mound of pizza boxes almost immediately, grasping at the edges of card boarded bliss in order to alleviate Caitlyn of the heavy load........ And then he's going to devour every single slice, even if it kills him.

Pizza. Pizza. Two syllables that, when used together, created a word so melodic that a sirens song would pale in comparison. Jameson fights back at the urge to feel excited, stomach growling as soon as the beautiful word rolls off of the woman's tongue. But then, she laughs awkwardly, and what comes next is a sort of 'haha, just kidding' that deals a blow to his hunger pangs.
"You- What- There's no pizza?!"

Text to: Cait
Uhhhh...I have NO idea where he got that from. But, uh, tell him I say hookers is not what we use to describe women. Ever. Because, I've totally never used that term before in my life. Ever.*totally thinks that went over swimmingly*

"I'm super good with kids! I babysat a little boy once. He just loved matches! Yeah! Totally didn't see him for the rest of the night."
*scratches head*
"Or ever again, for that matter... But then again, I guess your house burning down would upset anyone, am I right?"
*innocent smile*

Sees the familiar face and grins as she approaches. "Long time no see boss. Good seeing you again...I believe I've something you'll enjoy..." Reaches into on of her jacket pockets and retrieves a flask, then offers it up. "It has oranges in it." Grins.

"I'd really like that actually. Perhaps we could set up a play date sometime and let our kids meet as well. My little Echo is almost 4 and doesn't have many kids even close to her age to play with." She offered Caitlyn a quick, but sincere, hug. "Let me know when you're free and we'll plan something out!"

As she stepped out of her apartment, she'd nearly fallen over the huge case that had been awaiting her. Jack! As she read the note, Julliet could barely contain herself. With great effort, Julliet pushed her large package into her living space before slamming the door closed behind her.

She was off to find Caitlyn.

Thankfully, she knew the girl well enough to know where to find her. Julliet nearly ran the entire way, but when she approached the house, she saw the orange lover outside. "CAIT!" She yelled as she came at Caitlyn with full running force and jumped on her, wrapping her limbs around the other woman's body, her heart racing with excitement, as she was sure Cait's was racing with a different kind of [off-guarded] excitement.

*ponders* I think I might have a jar of that...or can find some. *taps lower lip with index finger as she thinks* I do wash their little leaves off though. I keep them shiny and pretty! *cants head* When you coming home and reopening...I think some of yours got sick of me. I just can't replace you, to them! *cries* I'm not cool like you! *throws self to the ground all dramatic like*

Nathaniel ran up to Caitlyn quickly, standing in front of her. "Okay, don't hit me or hate me or anything but there's something I need to be sure of." The next thing that happened... well... no one really saw it coming. Nathaniel grabbed the werewolf and pulled her into a brief kiss. When he pulled away he thought for a moment. "Yep... just like I thought. It's like trying to kiss one of my sisters." He then shuddered a bit in horror as he let Cait go. "Okay, well... let's pretend like that awkward moment didn't happen and move on." Nathaniel then walked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

At the mention of Jack, Julliet couldn't help but smirk as she temporarily removed the cancer stick from her lips and let it rest between two fingers. How could she have nearly forgotten? "Jack sounds just fine." She replied as she slipped an arm around Caitlyn's waist and began to walk back towards the sanctuary headquarters. "I bet your office would do just the trick." She insisted happily.

The blonde embraced her leader in her arms graciously. It felt wonderful to be back. "I just had to take care of some things..." She whispered as she rubbed her cheek against the smooth surface of Caitlyn's hair. "I'm sorry I didn't give you much warning." Her own pale blue eyes fought back some extra tears. She slowly pulled away, her limp arms dropping to her sides before her hands began fumbling around in her pockets. "I could use a drink. Join me?" She asked as she slipped a cigarette between her lips and lit it quickly.

She cleared her throat before twirling a strand of blonde lock around a finger. She leaned in and questioned in a soft voice, "Miss, can you show me around? I must have lost my way." Her shiny pink lips curved up into a playful smirk as her blue eyes glimmered with subtle excitement.

Nathaniel snuck into Caitlyn's office with a handful of tools as he leaned in a bit front of her desk and got to work. "I put this here... and this there..." He whispered softly to himself, knowing he was there in the room by himself. By the time he was finished, he had set up a basket full of oranges on the werewolf's desk but underneath was the real present: A plastic container of apple juice rigged to explode and cover whoever picks an orange off the pile. "I love ya and all Cait but I gotta get back into my pranking ways. I can't get rusty." He chuckled a bit to himself as he grabbed the rest of the stuff he brought and quickly went on his way, making sure everything else was exactly where it was.

Paperwork. Good lord. He’d never signed his name so many times. The only thing he was familiar with was the look the officer gave him when he pulled out Caitlyn’s bail in cash. He obviously didn’t look like the type that actually worked for his money…Well, not the kind of work they believed in. Jackson wasn’t cut out for the whole nine to five deal. And for a moment, Jackson worried the officer may just haul him into a room and question him. Instead, he shrugged, processed the payment and told Jack to hang tight while Cait went through the process of being released.

Finally, she emerged, looking like they had put her through the ringer in the short time she was there. It was disheartening to not see her being her bubbly self. “Don’t mention it. I’d come rescue you anytime. Makes me feel useful,” he smiled, attempting to lighten her mood. He wasn’t good with crying females and he could see tears in her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s get out of here. I’ll take you wherever you want to go. And maybe you’ll let me in on just how you managed to get yourself locked up.” Jackson rested his hand on the small of her back, and placed a soft kiss to her temple before he led them out to the parking lot. They reached his bike, he got on and held out his hand to help her on, "Hop on, love."

Why couldn't Eden be here to deal with the emotional part of this issue? He would do what he could to help Cait, after all, she was who he went to when he finally returned. Aside from Eden, she was the only one he'd known for longer than a few months. They once ran Lune together. That wasn't a relationship he could turn his back on. But the emotions just weren't his strong point. Knowing him, he'd probably end up saying something to make the situation worse. So he chose not to say too much yet.

"It's okay.." he spoke softly.

Once at his bike, and waiting to see where he had to go, he popped open a compartment on the bike and grabbed a cigarette and a lighter. He heard Cait asking someone where she was as he lit the stick and inhaled. A sound of the receiver being moved and a gruff voice was on the other end now

California State Prison. And the line went dead.

Did the moron not realize there were about five prisons that identified themselves as California State? Checking back at the number she called from, he realized then why the number seemed familiar. The area code was for the next city over. Which, hopefully, meant she was in Los Angeles. He'd be there in just under an hour if he ignored the speed limits.

Once there and getting through the ridiculous amounts of security, he was lead to where he could sort things out.

"Can I help you?" A middle aged man was sitting behind a glass window asked when Jackson approached. He apparently drew the short straw.

He recognized her voice immediately, without her even having to say. But she sounded off. So unlike her usual self. Still, the sound of her voice was a breath of fresh air. The only voices he heard lately were of the guys he fought or the skanky girls that hung around the fights, hoping to go home with one of the fighters--preferably one that hadn't been beat.

The brief smile that had graced his features dropped as she kept talking. She was trying to remain composed, yet he could tell she wasn't lying when she told him she was scared. He was already getting a shirt on and shoes, skillfully keeping the phone against his ear and spoke to her as he dressed, "It's going to be fine," he hoped he sounded calming enough. He wasn't exactly skilled in this department..luckily she wasn't scared of him."If any of them hurt you, you remember who they are and I'll deal with them when I get there."

Jackson grabbed his keys once he was dressed and was all ready out the door, heading to his motorcycle. "Do you know where you are?"

The days lately blurred together. He didn't know if it was a Monday or a Friday, but frankly, he didn't care. His life had a routine again, eat, drink, fight, drink, sleep. Rinse and repeat. Even trips to Cancun didn't help him much. It was worse there than it was out here. Regardless, it had been months since Eden had disappeared and this time, there was no finding her. She didn't leave anything behind. He never really thought things would progress the way they had, but he should have known something would happen. It always did. They had a toxic relationship and somehow, something always tore them apart. This time, he was finding it hard to move on.

Passed out on the couch, the shrill ringing of his phone pulled him out of his coma. He searched the table for it blindly, and came up empty. "Sh*t.." Sitting up, he felt the phone in his pocket and pulled it out with the intention of hitting end and going back to sleep. But something about the number made him hit accept.

There was some mumbo about accepting charges for the call. He muttered a yes, and was connected through to the caller, "Hello?"

Stepping out of the kitchen hearing Caitlyn's growling then crying out his name, Armando all but ran toward her wondering what in the h3ll was going on. After skidding to a stop, his black biker boots screeching on the floor beneath him, he looked to her then the jar then back again. ”Oh ****!! How could this have happened? NOOO!! The horror of it all! What criminal mastermind would do such a devious and sadistic thing as this?”

Livia looked at the bottle similar to the one she had given Caitlyn. The contents were orange however and the Slayer figured the orange obsessed Lycan had probably gifted her some of the woman's special orange juice. Which, of course, was awesome. Livia like orange juice and Caitlyn's was like, off limits to the world. With a meek smile and nod, Livia slipped the bottle into her coat pocket.

"About 1035am..." Her brow furrowed. "And yes, I spend most of my time training. Nothing else to do with Ryan gone all the time." She gave a small laugh. "But, thank you very much. I can't wait to try the OJ!"

Oofs, luckily the blood she carries from her own family and long dead mate has helped ... a lot! "God Cait, I am still reeling from all of this. It just happened so fast..." The Romanian hugged her closely just like she did with Phoebe and Miya. "Thank you so much for being there for me, for us." Bri wipes tears of relief away.

"So, I threw away that left over orange chicken, it was growing little creatures on it. There was also a baby doll in Noah's room that was dressed in orange, it smelled horrible. I tossed that out to."

Her cell bounced lightly on the kitchen counter, it was Caitlyn answering back. Smiling thinking out loud..... am I ready.... silly question. Briahne texts back to her. "My place, 6:00pm, don't worry about Drake. I'm making dinner and I even have a high chair for Noah!" Once she was satisfied with what she wrote, the happy girl hit send.

I...*laughs* I don't know what to say about my husband's shoe.*blinks* Tell them to start using the toilet to do their business and they can have Italian ice three times a day.*cants head* I don't think any of the shops are open that long to have it five times a day...

SO!!! *shifty eyes* Wait...*ponders* It's going to be after midnight somewhere...so how that works, iunno.*thinks hard* Is that midnight GMT +8 or -8?*cries* I'm so confused!*redirects attention back to the 'deal'* Tell them they can have it once a week or I will have to brush their teeth five times a day.*grins* OR...they have to learn to use the toilet and the water pick to receive Italian ice five times a day.

*shifty eyes* I used to have pugs but um...they kept eating the pastries and turned into French Bulldogs. *scowls* They are costing me a FORTUNE.*hands Caitlyn half the herd, pride, gaggle* You like them hm? *cants head* Just tell them to stahhhhhhp eating the pastries and to not eat any paint. *blinks*

Soulless eyes, blue green in color, stared emotionless at the redhead. What did he seek? His heart, a painting.. His girls. The German's head tipped back as he inhaled deeply, thin flesh of his lids closing briefly while thoughts of the two flitted through his head. One with mossy green eyes, the other with eyes that mirrored his own. One an art thief, the other a killer. A cruel smile pulled at his mouth. They had been so proficient at their skills, yet, both had failed their 'jobs' assigned and disappeared off the grid. Yes, they had kept in contact but they never returned 'home' for longer than a day and always demanded public meetings.

"I seek what is mine." Baritone voice responded abstractly, he couldn't divulge the plan. The risk was too great. He would seek them, find them and take them home where they belonged. "But I thank you for your attempt to assist."

The air about Phoebe was different. She had been away for a very long time to detox herself from the Realms torrid drama. Her hand pulled upon the ribbon that kept her hair up in a high pony tail letting it cascade down all about her shoulders. "Yes, its me Caitlyn. I thought I would be forgotten totally around here." She stuffed wrapped the ribbon around her wrist while taking slow deep breaths "So what have I missed?

*falls flat on her face as the bald bystander hits her**lifts head up**attempts to figure out what exactly has happened**stars stars stars**shrugs off the male and yells*DAD GET OFF YOU'RE CRUSHING MAI SMOKES!*blinks* Um...oops...*shifty eyes*DidIsaythatoutloud?*jumps up and grabs nearest Lycan* HOUNDOOM I CHOOSE YOU! *tosses at Caitlyn and runs like the wind*

*tries to wipe dirt from eyes...still**is knocked backwards with sheer force of cat hitting face**screams like a girl**clutches at animal that is attached to said face and flails wildly on ground**manages muffled words* Ohmahgah Caitlyn!!!*flings cat to the side**grabs random vampire walking by and flings at Cait* GOLBAT I CHOOSE YOU!*blinks* Erg...*attempts to crawl away on hands and knees quickly*

She smiles, holding the newly born Noah in her arms ....she hoped she was holding him right, her mother didn't let her help with her sister much. This was all too new for her. "How'm I doing ..... God Caitlyn, is so hard. He gave me the cross I wear now, it say "Forever bound in love -Your Hunter"." The girl is close to tears, fighting them back hard ... "even his wolf in full crinos form loved me. God gave him the wolf, something lead us to each other, how could ...... why he take him from me?" She wipes away the invading tears and tries to smile again. Seeing little Noah's face helps. "Uhm, orange juice ....dah, please and you more than welcome for gifts, I hope you like them." Strange things happen to people in the realm all the time, she had hoped that they had as much time as many of the others did. "I not help but thinken that this was same vampire that took me, only instead of forcing promise, he killed my mate. Dah, I need to go back soon. Maybe we close investigation and Fane take farm and rebuild. Is not home there anymore, London my home now. You come over to house one day, is plenty of room and Noah can play ....." Briahne catches herself rambling again ...her smiles turns soft as she gazes at the child again. "You have godparents for him yet? Is said in my homelands, child with godparents will never be out of love, ever."

The Romanian girl hugs her good friend back, with one arm as well, since she bears her gifts with the other hand. She moves in through her doorway, smiling softly at the infant in her arms. "Caitlyn, he's so beautiful", she say placing her hand on her chest. "You are very lucky to have him." Bri's eyes are filled with sadness even though she expresses true joy for Cait's lil one. She sets his gift and hers down to where Momma can look at them in hopes to be able to hold Noah. "May I hold him please?"

Briahne discovered from Caitlyn's text that she too was in London ... she invited the Romanian to visit her. She does this now.
Knocking on the door to where she is, already having been to a gift shop for the baby Noah, Bri waits to be admitted so that she might be able to stay her screams and tears for at least a little while. Children are precious and Caitlyn was blessed with her son.
She was dressed in all black, but not a dress or a skirt ... pants, boots and a sweater that was nicely low cut without being advertisingly so. She wished for her mate's cross's diamonds to shine and shimmer, showing all that he protected her still, even from underneath the dirt.
Her present to little Noah was a slightly larger sleeper/blanket set with a simple white rose for Caitlyn and a small basket of oranges for her too. With that blanket set is a rattle, it had been hers, non-descript for at first Bri was thought to be a Brian .... neighbors from her homeland made it and now, it belonged to Cait's little one.